Killing It (2022–…): Season 2, Episode 7 - On the Inside - full transcript
Craig and Brock try to recover the stolen dongle before it's too late; Jillian makes a plan to escape from her kidnappers; all of Isaiah's lies are finally brought to light.
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- Oh, I gave it to
his old neurologist.
Came by to check on him.
- Neurologist?
I don't have a neurologist.
- Yes, you do.
He was just here, Dr. Todd.
- Who the fuck is Dr. Todd?
- Oh, shit.
- What?
- Don't worry.
Dr. Todd said cognitive
lapses and memory loss
are a common side
effect of brain trauma.
- Okay, I don't
know any Dr. Todds.
- He said you'd
probably say that.
- Oh, my... okay, yeah,
this isn't working.
Can I talk to your boss?
- He said you'd
probably say that too.
- Fuck off, all right?
Stop gaslighting
me, you lying...
both: Sack of dog shit!
- Boy, did he really call
this whole interaction.
- Dr. Todd isn't a real doctor.
- What do you mean?
Of course he is.
- Did he show you
identification?
- He was wearing scrubs.
- Oh, cool, that
proves he has $11.
How could you give
a stranger access
to an unconscious patient?
- He made eye contact.
He touched my elbow and
asked with a serious voice,
"When did the hospital start
allowing teenage nurses?"
See, I'm a little self-conscious
about getting older.
- You look fine.
Will you please call security?
- Okay.
- Craig, what the
hell is going on?
- Dr. Todd is
Isaiah's fake identity
from his time in Phoenix.
He must have snuck in
here to steal the dongle
and give it back to Rodney.
- So I'm fucked? I'm not
gonna be a farm owner?
- I was more worried
about Jillian,
the person whose
life is in danger.
- My life is in danger.
I have no job, no
money, no health care.
I'm not gonna be
able to pay for this.
So it's gonna be what we call
a "treat it and
beat it" situation.
I'm gonna need you to
body-slam that fucking nurse
when she comes back in here,
and then I'm gonna sprint
out those doors, okay?
Is that a plan?
- Wait, Dad.
What about my college fund?
- "What about my
college fund, Dad?"
I would never touch your
precious college fund, Corby.
Your mother wouldn't
give me access to it.
Stop making this about
you. This is about me.
- This is about Jillian.
- This is about all of us!
We are unified in our struggles.
I want you to look up the phrase
"intersectionality," Craig.
- Shut up. Let me make a call.
- Where the hell have you been?
- We have a problem.
Isaiah stole the dongle.
He's giving it to your dad.
Why did I have
to choose the nice brother?
- Hey, we got that
call with Macao.
You joining or what?
- Can't Isaiah do it?
- I don't know where
the fuck he is.
- Fine, I'll be there in a sec.
I'm talking with Mom.
- Ugh.
- I'm not here.
- Isaiah hasn't shown up yet,
so you better get here
before he does and stop him.
Okay?
Or else, we are both so fucked.
Do you want to know how fucked?
Imagine...
- You're 12 years old. How
do you even know that word?
- Where the fuck is this guy?
It's fucking cold in here.
- That's why I told
you to put on pants.
- No, you told me time
was of the essence.
Come on, crank the seat heater.
- Yeah, that's just what I need,
your bare asshole sweating
little booty kisses
all over the seats.
- So what do we do
if we see Isaiah?
- We stop him out front and...
- No.
I'll tell you what we gonna do.
We're gonna put him to sleep.
That's why I tore this puppy
off the wall at the hospital.
It's filled with needles.
I'ma put 'em between my fingers
and stick him like Wolverine.
- That's why you took that?
- One of 'em's gotta be
filled with anesthesia.
- Be careful, Dad.
That's dangerous.
- Christ, Corby, unclench, okay?
It's only dangerous
if you don't know
what you're... oh!
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine.
What's the worst
that could happen?
- Hepatitis.
- Syphilis.
- HIV.
- Yeah, probably HIV.
- Okay, God damn.
That's the last time I come
to you two for support.
Mm, there, see?
I sucked it out.
- You sucked it in!
We are not sticking my
brother with used needles.
- You got a better plan?
- Yes.
I'ma talk to him, ask
him why he's doing this.
That's your plan?
Talk to a guy that's fucked you
over at least a dozen times.
Yikes, I'm not excited to be
business partners with you.
Holy shit.
It's Isaiah. Hold on.
Zay!
- Yo, big bro!
What's good, man?
- You stole my dongle.
I need that dongle.
Where's my fucking dongle?
- You really gotta stop
saying dongle, big bro.
It's a goofy word,
and it undermines the urgency
you're trying to convey.
- Do you know what will happen
if you give that to Rodney?
Jillian could die.
- I know.
That's why I'm not
giving it to Rodney.
I'm giving it to you.
- What? But you
took it from me.
- No, I took it from
a public hospital,
which was very
easy to sneak into.
All I had to do was
touch somebody's elbow.
You and Prada should
be thanking me.
- I don't get it.
If you were on my side, why
didn't you say something?
- I had some shit to
sort out on my end.
Look, I sent you
a pin, all right?
Just come meet me.
I'll tell you
everything in person.
- Is this real? Am I
getting the farm back?
- Yeah, man.
And Jillian's gonna be okay.
Just get your ass down here.
- Oh, fuck yeah!
Yes! We did it! Whoo!
All right, first thing's first,
I think I'm gonna do a
full audit on the farm.
You know, when you get a hog,
you gotta lift up its tail
and look right in its asshole.
- You don't get to do an audit.
- Heh, spoken like a man whose
hog is filled with tapeworms.
Okay, how bad is it?
You know what? Hey,
doesn't matter.
I'm here now. Steady
hand on the till.
Let this be a lesson,
Corby. Okay? Ears up.
When you take over a business,
the entrenched interest
will always resist progress.
But remember, they're failures.
They don't know what
they're talking...
- I don't know why you
think you get a say
in how the farm is gonna run.
- Well, 'cause I'm a part owner.
- Are you though?
I mean, we just talked.
We didn't officially
agree on anything.
- Well, I mean, yeah,
we did. We had a deal.
- Mm, I don't know.
I feel like, if we had a deal,
we would have signed something.
- Jesus, Dad, that's, like,
the whole thing we're learning
in my sports management seminar.
Always get that Jane Hancock.
My professor's a woman.
- Hey, do not criticize me till
you can beat me in a fight!
Okay, that's how
father-son stuff works!
All right... Craig,
hey! Craig, Craig!
Where are you going?
- Sorry, Brock.
I gotta go meet with my brother.
You're good to Uber, right?
- No!
No, we are not good to Uber!
Okay, all right, calm
down. Everybody, calm down.
Listen to me.
I know you don't give
a shit about me, okay?
But what about Corby?
He fucking loves to
go to school so much.
Now he's gonna have to drop out.
'Cause I blew through
the college fund.
- What? You did?
- Talk to your
mother, Corby, okay?
It's not my fault her
security questions
were so easy to guess.
- But you said an education
was the ultimate gift
was the ultimate gift
from a father to a son.
- Well, Elton John's
lawyers don't give a shit
about my beautiful
fucking promises!
Craig, please.
Think about the kid.
- I'm sorry your dad
did this to you, Corby.
- I see you, Craig!
I got one eye, and
I still see you!
Motherfucker.
- ♪ I feel it's true ♪
Order up!
- What's up?
You gon' tell me
what's going on?
- Yeah, uh, sure.
Before we get to
that, you hungry, man?
You want a fry?
- No, I don't want
fucking fries.
I want the dongle you
said you had for me.
- Right, so about the dongle,
little change of plans.
I had to give it to Rodney.
- What?
- Yeah, yeah.
Something unexpected came up.
I got a more appealing offer.
- I don't understand.
What about Jillian?
- She's gonna be fine.
They probably won't
even kill her.
They'll just... I don't know...
Slice her up a little bit.
- I swear to God, Zay.
You are evil!
I will never forgive
you for this.
- Okay, I get that,
but let's not pretend
like I'm the only
one at fault here.
- Oh, I'm sorry. Who
else would be at fault?
- I don't know, maybe the
fool that cut a side deal
with a bunch of swamp criminals.
- What the fuck? I didn't
have a choice, Isaiah.
I was gonna lose my farm.
- That's the
difference between us.
I know I'm a shitty person,
but you're still out here
pretending you're good.
- Anyone would have
done what I did.
- You think Dad would
have did that shit?
I mean, before he died
of prostate cancer?
- Fuck you, Zay.
I'm a good person.
And you don't deserve fries.
Or coffee.
- Hey, hey, over here.
I think they're gone.
Here's the plan. You and
I can get out of here.
All you have to do is
come up here and...
peck these ropes.
You're hungry, right?
Well, guess what? There
are lots of bugs up here.
They're on the ropes that are
binding my wrists and feet.
So if you want them,
you're welcome to them.
Just come on up here.
Mmm, these bugs smell good.
You can...
- What... what the fuck?
Come on! Fucker.
Get the fuck out of here,
shittin' all over my carpets.
Why were you talking
to that bird?
- Um...
I've gone crazy.
- Why is it even in here?
Who the fuck left
the back door open?
- Ray-Nathan and
Natalie-Ray left in a hurry.
- They had one
job, to watch you.
What, they fucking
deputized this egret?
- Well, Ray-Nathan got a call
about an ex-performer here.
I guess she was poking
around in your taxes
and got you guys shut down.
- Oh, that turncoat
stripper Kathay-Ann.
- Yes, that's the one.
Well, someone saw
her in Little Rock,
so they went up
there to talk to her.
But they took baseball
bats with them,
so I think they're gonna
do more than just talking.
- I got a colonoscopy
appointment today.
I gotta get to the
goddamn hospital.
Who the fuck's
gonna get me there?
God damn it!
And what am I gonna do with you?
- I told them not to go.
I said, "What if
your mum needs you?
She's the best. She's
so normal and nice."
That's what I said.
- You got any gas in
that Kia of yours?
- About 1/8 of a tank.
- All right, that'll work.
- So colonoscopy.
Is everything okay?
- It's no big deal.
I just gotta get mine now
because I only have eight days
until my fucking
insurance runs out.
- If it's no big deal,
then why do you need
someone to bring you?
- 'Cause that hoity-toity
nurse said I can't drive myself
on anesthesia.
- You're getting anesthesia?
- Oh, I see what this is.
Your little Irish brain having
its one thought of the day.
You're not going
anywhere, Jillian.
'Cause while that
fucking doctor's shooting
a movie picture up my ass,
you'll be zip-tied in
the hospital garage
with a rag in your mouth.
- But at least the
rag's clean, right?
Right?
Right?
- Oh, yeah, it'll be
the cleanest one I have.
- God damn it.
Come here.
Thank God.
It turns out,
I hate being gagged.
- Yeah, well, there's
a change in plans.
Little miss power trip said
I need somebody physically
present when I sign in
or the motherfuckers
won't release me.
So you're coming up
to the surgery suite.
- Oh, so you're gonna untie me?
- Yeah, but if you
try talking to someone
or sneaking away,
or if I don't wake up and
see your big old dopey eyes
looking back at me,
I will track down your
family, and I will hurt them.
- Oh, no, not my family.
I love them so much.
- You ain't got
a family, do you?
- No, I do not.
- So I'll hurt you,
and I'll hurt Craig.
You know, I wasn't
born at night.
I can tell you two are a
sexually romantic couple.
- Oh, we're really not.
- Okay, well, if
you ain't fucking,
then you won't mind
if I cut off his dick
and make him eat
it in front of you.
- Um, no, I would mind that.
You're fuckin'.
I knew it.
Now, don't do anything stupid.
If anyone asks,
you're my daughter.
- Got it.
So am I Natalie-Ray or Jillian?
Or Jillian-Ray?
- Just say, "I'm her daughter."
This isn't a Sadie
Hawkins dance.
You don't have to say your name
and kiss the doctor's
fucking hand.
- Okay, I won't say my name or
kiss the doctor's fucking hand.
- Let's go, let's go.
- Oh.
Fuck yeah.
Let's go. Go. Go. Go. Go. Go.
- Hi, I'm Dr. Bernard.
And you must be my patient,
unless you brought that
hospital gown from home.
- I'm Jackie Boone.
This is my daughter.
- I'm her daughter.
- Oh, that's funny.
You two have such
different accents.
- I fucked a foreign man.
I didn't know about
her till she was 20.
It was a late in life miracle.
Can we just move on?
- Well, this is all just
precautionary, right?
No unusual symptoms?
- Well, I have had
blood in my stool,
but that can be from anything...
I mean, IBS, eating beets,
that pressure down on the
anus due to childbirth.
- Oh, well, someone
has been Googling.
And you're right, that
doesn't necessarily have
to be a cause for concern.
Is the blood red or black?
- Black.
- Hmm. Interesting.
- Interesting?
Can you believe this
fuck trying to scare me?
Probably so he can charge more.
You're supposed to say
everything will be fine.
- I'm just trying to
assess the situation.
- Well, for fuck's
sake, where'd you get
your bedside manner, Abu Ghraib?
Fuck you and fuck your hospital.
I'm sorry.
I haven't eaten
anything for 24 hours,
and I got the low blood sugar.
- Well, I understand.
It happens.
Sometimes.
I'm gonna go get prepped.
- You know, it's
okay to be scared.
- I'm not scared.
You're fucking scared.
- Shouldn't I be
scared? I'm a hostage.
- Yeah, exactly.
That's my point.
Nobody's scared.
We're all scared.
Just shut up.
- Okay, Ms. Boone,
we're ready for you.
There's a waiting
room down the hall.
Your mom should be
done in about an hour.
- Look, can I give my
daughter a quick hug?
I got mean-ass kids,
a nephew who's a cop,
and a bunch of inbred cousins
who are addicted to violence.
You run, we will find you.
- Good luck with the procedure.
Mum.
Picker, tickler, pinkie,
stretch, or thumb.
Picker, tickler, pinkie,
stretch, or thumb.
Picker, tickler, pinkie,
stretch, or thumb.
I'm gonna fucking go.
- Ms. Boone?
Ms. Boone.
We tried calling you,
but you hadn't actually
put down a phone number.
- I'm sorry. I
needed some air.
- Well, we finished
your mom's procedure.
I can't say anything
for sure yet,
and we'll know more once
we get the biopsies.
- Biopsies?
- Yes.
The number and size
of polyps in her colon
were very concerning.
- Oh, no.
- You're gonna want to schedule
additional imaging right away.
Now, if it is cancer
and it's spread,
it does usually go
to the liver first,
but it can also get
into the lymph system
or even the brain.
- Hi, How are we feeling?
- Where's my daughter?
- Oh, I'm sure she's
around here somewhere.
You're probably thirsty.
How about a juice box?
- I don't want your
fucking juice box.
I need my daughter.
Where is she?
- I can't help you with that,
but I can get you a juice box.
- Enough with your
fucking juice box.
I need my daughter!
- Mum, Mum, I'm right
here. I just stepped out.
- Good girl, smart girl.
Hey, Juice Box, can
you get my drawers?
We can leave now, right?
How'd I do?
- So not the best news.
- Do you want something to eat?
There's a Lil' Piggies
near here, my treat.
I mean, I'll pay you back.
- I like Lil' Piggies.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I knew there was
something wrong, and there was.
I'm not surprised.
I've been bleeding out of my
ass for three straight years.
- Whoa.
That's a lot of...
straight years.
Why didn't you go to the doctor?
- 'Cause I was scared.
I'm a big fucking pussy,
and I'm just getting
what I deserve.
- You are not a pussy.
You're a terrifying maniac.
- You're just saying that.
- I'm really not. You
seem genuinely unhinged.
- That's real nice of you,
Jillian, but I know what I am.
I couldn't even
get a colonoscopy
without bringing you
along to hold my hand
and to stab this straw
into this little
bitch baby juice box.
- But I thought the nurse
said you needed someone
to check you out.
- I was lying. I had
it all planned out.
I sent the kids on that wild
goose chase to Little Rock.
And then I was
gonna bring myself,
and then take an Uber home.
And then I woke
up just paralyzed.
And I knew what was coming.
And I just couldn't
face it on my own.
- Why didn't you want
your kids to go with you?
- They can't know I'm sick.
If I died now, what
would I even leave them,
that tiddlywink criminal empire?
Or that piece of shit strip club
with a million birds in it?
- Don't be silly.
Carpets is lovely.
And some of those birds
are really pretty.
- Used to be, you
could send your kid out
into the world with nothing,
and even if they were dumb,
they would still
do better than you.
And now your kid
can be a genius,
but if you don't
leave 'em a fortune,
they're still fucked.
And believe me, my
two ain't geniuses.
I failed them.
They're gonna be so mad at me.
Goddamn anesthesia
still in my system
got me talking out my ass.
- When my dad had
his heart attack,
he left me with nothing,
and I didn't hate him.
I just hated that I
never got to say goodbye
before he was gone.
If there's something
really wrong,
I promise your kids
are gonna want to know.
- Where were you? And
why's she not zip-tied?
You took her to Lil' Piggies?
- You didn't ask us
if we wanted any?
- We didn't just
go to Lil' Piggies.
Jillian took me to my
colonoscopy appointment.
- Why do you need a colonoscopy?
- Are you crazy? She
could have told someone.
And a colonoscopy,
that's anesthesia.
She could have run off!
- I made it very clear to her
that that would be a bad idea.
- What the fuck?
- Hey, Jillian is a nice person.
And she was with me
during a very scary time.
- Why is it scary?
Is something wrong?
- She's manipulating you, Mom!
She wants you to like
her, so we won't hurt her!
- And we won't hurt her!
I will not let anything
happen to this girl!
- That's fucking bullshit!
- No, you're fucking bullshit.
- Shut the fuck up!
Mom, are you okay?
Why did you get a
colonoscopy? Are you okay?
- Listen, baby, it's unclear.
I'm still waiting
on some lab results.
But I want you to
know one thing.
I will always...
- Ahh!
- Mama, you're out
of your fucking mind!
- God, I can't
believe this shit.
- Maya!
- I knew it was too
good to be fucking true.
- Maya, wait, Maya, stop!
- But, oh, every fucking time.
Every time... God.
- Maya, Maya!
And I get
end-of-the-year bonuses.
And we're going on a
company retreat in March.
And I get a polo
with a logo on it.
It is so fucking boring,
but I'm so excited
because being boring
means I might get
to be with you.
I know you'll never
forgive Dr. Todd,
and you shouldn't... he's shady.
But I was really hoping...
Girl, I'm praying you
give Isaiah a chance.
- You have a half an hour,
one half hour to tell me
who you really are.
- Okay.
Half hour, I got this.
- ♪ Way down ♪
♪ Way down it must
be, I can't stop ♪
- Please say something.
- Well, when you told me
you weren't really a doctor,
I was like, wow,
that's a big drop.
Can't get any crazier than that.
But the bank robberies,
and the psycho millionaire
killing his son,
and the snake eating the body?
What the fuck?
- I know, I know.
I know it's a lot, but
now you know everything.
Okay, no more
surprises, I promise.
- Okay.
I believe you.
- Oh, fuck, great.
Hey, barkeep!
Can I get a bottle of
champagne for me and my girl
who I just won back?
- You did not win me back.
Just because you're honest
doesn't change the situation.
- I thought we could
kind of start fresh.
- What exactly
are you picturing?
You're Marty the
energy dealer at work.
You're Isaiah at home. You're
Todd to all my friends.
I can't be in a relationship
with all three of these people.
- I'm just one person.
I can be one person.
No more Marty, no more Todd.
Just Isaiah.
- But Isaiah's a
fucking criminal.
- He doesn't have to
be. He can be good.
Give me a chance to prove
I can change for you.
Give me a chance to
make things right.
- I'll give you two months.
- All right.
Cool.
It's a lot of variables at play,
some of which could
get me killed.
How about five?
- Are you seriously
negotiating with me?
- Two months is perfect.
Perfect timing.
I'll see you then!
- Got about 15 minutes.
- Okay.
- See you up there.
- Yeah, I'll meet you
there and just let me know.
- Hey. How you doing?
My name is Isaiah Foster.
I don't really know if
I'm doing this right,
but I'd like to speak
with someone at the FBI.
- So I've read your
statement, Mr. Foster.
And I want to thank you.
We've had our eye on Rodney
Lamonca for a long time.
And with the information
you've provided us,
I imagine a judge
being very lenient.
Only wish you had
come forward sooner.
- Look, I was scared.
Rodney has friends
in the Miami PD.
Plus, cops don't generally serve
and protect dudes like me.
- Well, I'm not a cop.
You can tell because I can
read without moving my lips,
and my son still talks to me.
Look, I promise you,
we're not all bad.
I joined the bureau...
To put scumbags
like Rodney Lamonca to...
- You got somebody texting you?
- Just give me one second.
You're doing great.
- Well, well, well, look at
this piece of shit right here.
- What happened to the other...
- Oh, sorry, did
you want your mommy?
Oh, she's gone, Stuart
Little. Daddy's home now.
- Oh, shit, this
ain't gon' be good.
- Yeah, box kick! God,
I am the Grim Reaper.
I am the Slender Man.
I am gonna stomp
your ass, Mini-Me.
My name is Agent Burton.
And you really fucked up.
- By coming in and
offering to help?
- I think...
it was when you hid
a body in a snake.
Hold on.
And then what you
decided to do was just
waltz on in here and
tell us about it.
- Because I'm cooperating.
I can prove that Rodney
Lamonca committed a murder.
- Oh, my God, a murder?
Oh, do you see a shiny
toy star on my uniform?
- What?
- Do you see a doughnut
sticking out of my pants?
Because you must think I'm the
sheriff of Dingleberry County.
I'm the FBI. We do
real crimes here.
I don't give a
shit about murder.
- Murder is a real crime.
- Oh, "Murder is a real crime."
- The lady said you
guys have been looking
for Rodney for a while now.
- Yeah, because he is a
national security risk.
We have reason to believe
that Rodney Lamonca
is in possession of some
very sensitive documents.
- What the fuck,
like nuclear shit?
- Oh, yeah, let me just check
your security clearance.
Oh, it's level
fucking skid mark.
The only thing you
need to understand
is that you're gonna help
me get those documents back.
I need you on the inside.
- You want me to go undercover
with Rodney Lamonca?
No fucking way.
- All right.
Then go to prison for
conspiracy to commit murder.
That's fine with me.
I mean, a pretty guy like you,
you're gonna be real
popular behind bars,
like a human suck bot.
Oh, I can say that
because I'm bisexual.
- Okay.
- I'm sorry, does that
make you uncomfortable?
I've been out for 14 years.
Bigots like you don't scare me.
- Rodney wants me dead.
How would I even convince
him to hire me back?
- I don't know. You
seem like a clever guy.
You'll figure something out.
- Fuck.
- Well, you got some big
brass balls calling me
out of the blue like this.
You know how much
trouble you caused me?
- With the cops?
- No, with my wife.
Ever since Katrina found out
that her son was murdered,
she's been a total buzzkill.
She stopped whitening her teeth.
She let her fillers go to shit.
It's like being married to
a fucking jack-o'-lantern.
I don't even enjoy
cheating on her anymore
because she deserves it.
So here's what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna shoot you
in the fucking head.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- I think he just pulled a gun.
Should we go in?
We should go in.
- Oh, my God, what would we do
if this terrible human being
wasn't alive anymore?
Jesus Christ, stop
being such a pussy.
You know why I can
say that, right?
- Yeah, because you're bi.
But what if Rodney
kills our asset?
- Well then, I'll send a
12-pack of soda to the funeral.
Just shut up. I want
to see where this goes.
- Go on.
- Three words.
Saw, Palmetto, berries.
- I'm listening.
- Yo!
You're not gonna sit with me?
- Don't look at me, Thumbelina.
Stare straight ahead,
pretend you're alone,
and order some fucking fries
so you don't look like a freak.
- Hey, hey, can
I get some fries?
- Yeah, one second, sir.
- It's been three fucking weeks.
Are you ever gonna tell me
what these documents are?
- I don't know you well
enough yet to trust you,
so unless you want to suck my
dick and fondle my asshole...
- Jesus.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
Is the way that I love
weird to you, you homophobe?
- I just need to know
what I'm looking for.
- You are looking for
Rodney's secret second phone.
That's where he
keeps the documents
that you're not
allowed to know about.
- I know that phone,
and it's always on him,
so how am I supposed to get it?
- I don't know.
You're a smart guy.
You'll figure it out.
- Wait, wait, you think
I should fight a shark?
- You're launching
"Predator Power."
You need this night
to be unforgettable.
I mean, unless
you're too scared.
- Fuck you.
I'm never too scared
because I don't have fear.
Fear is just a product
of our imagination.
It's something the great
Eric Stonestreet taught me.
- So you'll do it?
- I wish.
It's just, you know,
I'm the CEO, remember?
I don't have time to
train for a shark fight.
- I know, I know,
which is why I think
you should use a stunt double.
Both: Like Pitbull.
- Uh-huh.
- Yes, this I like.
This shit is gonna make
people's titties hard.
It's gonna make their
sacks get all tight!
Ooh, we're gonna blow
people's fucking...
- Oh, this is bad!
You guys, this is really bad!
- Is there a doctor?
Is anyone a doctor?
- The fuck's going on?
- The shark ate him!
The shark ate Rodney!
Is anyone a doctor here?
- I'm a pimple popper!
- I review lotions!
- Did you get it?
- No, but I got a
lead on a dongle
with data from
Rodney's secret phone.
- Ooh, okay,
that's that good news that
Daddy's been waiting for.
- Okay, but once
you get the files,
I need you to give
the dongle back to me.
- What, why?
- So I can give
it to my brother.
There's some other
sensitive data up there
that he needs to
do his own thing.
- All right, well,
that's fucking random.
But yeah, sure. Who
cares, all right?
Just get Daddy his dongle, okay?
- Hey. How you doing?
I'm Dr. Todd Stevenson
from Phoenix General.
A patient of mine was recently
admitted with a head wound.
- Gloria.
Did he order food?
- No.
- This motherfucker.
Are you gonna order food?
- No, I thought,
since this was over,
we could stop the charade.
- Sitting by yourself
drinking coffee,
you look like you
just got out of rehab.
Order some fucking French fries.
- Hey, can I get an
order of fries please?
- It's not here.
- What do you mean?
- I scanned everything.
It's not here.
- God, you fucked
me, you little shit.
- Me?
- No, I'm looking at you.
But I'm talking to him.
I've been doing
it the whole time.
You fucked me, Isaiah.
- How could I fuck you?
I don't even know
what I'm looking for.
- Shh!
Okay, here.
I am working under direct order
from a very important person
in the executive branch.
Now, that person has
reason to believe
that Rodney Lamonca
is in possession
of a humiliating personal photo
of a sitting senator from Texas.
- Wait, all this is
because Donald Trump
wants a dick pic of Ted Cruz?
- No, I never said
that. You said that.
He said that, and besides,
why would Donald
Trump want a picture
of Ted Cruz's
weird-looking dick?
What, so he can pull
it out at meetings?
Oh, shit, I don't know.
That would be funny.
- Well, how weird
is Ted Cruz's dick?
- Well, I don't know.
To go through all this
trouble, it's got to be
pretty fucking weird, right?
- I don't understand. Okay,
Rodney killed somebody.
He just had somebody
else eaten by a shark.
I have evidence of multiple
financial crimes he committed.
But all you seem to care
about is some weird,
petty political blackmail?
You're the FBI.
- The FBI was built on weird,
petty politcal blackmail.
Grow up.
Now, here's what
you're gonna do.
You're gonna give that
dongle back to Rodney,
sell out your brother,
prove your loyalty,
and become the kind of
close personal advisor
with whom Rodney would
share disgusting photos
of famous dicks, whose
ever they might be.
- I already called Craig. He's
on his way here right now.
- Well, I don't
give a rat's ass,
and you know what, I'm gonna
fucking sit right here,
and I am gonna watch
you tell your brother
that he's gonna
get fucked, okay?
Or else I'm not giving
you back the dongle.
- Here you are.
- Thank you.
Order up!
- What's up?
You gonna tell me
what's going on?
- Yeah, uh, sure.
Before we get to
that, you hungry, man?
You want a fry?
- No, I don't want
fucking fries.
I want the dongle you
said you had for me.
- Yeah, right, so
about the dongle,
little change of plans.
I had to give it to Rodney.
- What?
- Yeah, yeah.
Something unexpected came up.
I got a more appealing offer.
- I don't understand.
What about Jillian?
- She's gonna be fine.
Probably won't even kill her.
They'll just... I don't know...
Slice her up a little bit.
- I swear to God, Zay.
You are evil!
I will never forgive
you for this.
- There he is! There he is!
Fucking Al Pacino back there!
"I'm a good person."
Ah, you spit a little
bit when you said it.
It was awesome.
- Zay, seriously, what the fuck?
Why we have to do that?
Who was that even for?
Okay, I'm working for the FBI.
- FBI?
- Yeah.
But they tried to fuck me.
They just wanted me to give
the dongle back to Rodney.
But I had other plans.
- Okay, dongle!
- Hopefully, that little
one-act play we did in there
will give me a head start.
- Wait, what do you
mean, head start?
What's gonna happen
when they find out
you didn't give this to Rodney?
- I'll probably have
to go back on the run.
Maybe to prison.
- Prison?
Zay, you did that for me?
- No.
I did it for Maya.
- I mean, that sounds sweet,
but it's also kind of insulting.
Like, you could have
just said it was for me.
Would have been a nice moment.
She's not even here.
- Take the win, Craigory.
You got the dongle.
- I got the dongle.
- And sorry I went a
little rough on you
back there in the diner.
- Yeah, but that wasn't real.
We were doing a thing, right?
You don't actually
think I'm a bad person.
Do you?
- I love you, man.
- I love you too.
But you didn't
answer my question.
- You don't got time
for all this, okay?
Get that to Prada.
Go save Jillian.
- Calling all Boones!
I come with good news!
I can hire you back!
Hello!
Oh, shit.
- ♪ I'm not in this world ♪
♪ To live up to
your expectations ♪
♪ Neither are you here to
live up to mine, yeah ♪
♪ I don't owe no one ♪
♪ No obligation ♪
♪ No, I don't mean none,
so everything is fine ♪
♪ Fine ♪
♪ I said, I am that I am ♪
♪ I am, I am ♪
♪ I am ♪
♪ I am that I am ♪
♪ I am, I am, I am ♪
♪ I am that I am ♪
♪ I am, I am, I am ♪
♪ I am that I am ♪
♪ I am, I am, I am ♪
♪ You could a try more nuttin' ♪
♪ You cannot move I at all ♪
♪ And you can try
make a something ♪
♪ That can't move I at all ♪
♪ And could a come with ism ♪
♪ You can't move I at all ♪
- Not a doctor.
- Shh.
---
- Oh, I gave it to
his old neurologist.
Came by to check on him.
- Neurologist?
I don't have a neurologist.
- Yes, you do.
He was just here, Dr. Todd.
- Who the fuck is Dr. Todd?
- Oh, shit.
- What?
- Don't worry.
Dr. Todd said cognitive
lapses and memory loss
are a common side
effect of brain trauma.
- Okay, I don't
know any Dr. Todds.
- He said you'd
probably say that.
- Oh, my... okay, yeah,
this isn't working.
Can I talk to your boss?
- He said you'd
probably say that too.
- Fuck off, all right?
Stop gaslighting
me, you lying...
both: Sack of dog shit!
- Boy, did he really call
this whole interaction.
- Dr. Todd isn't a real doctor.
- What do you mean?
Of course he is.
- Did he show you
identification?
- He was wearing scrubs.
- Oh, cool, that
proves he has $11.
How could you give
a stranger access
to an unconscious patient?
- He made eye contact.
He touched my elbow and
asked with a serious voice,
"When did the hospital start
allowing teenage nurses?"
See, I'm a little self-conscious
about getting older.
- You look fine.
Will you please call security?
- Okay.
- Craig, what the
hell is going on?
- Dr. Todd is
Isaiah's fake identity
from his time in Phoenix.
He must have snuck in
here to steal the dongle
and give it back to Rodney.
- So I'm fucked? I'm not
gonna be a farm owner?
- I was more worried
about Jillian,
the person whose
life is in danger.
- My life is in danger.
I have no job, no
money, no health care.
I'm not gonna be
able to pay for this.
So it's gonna be what we call
a "treat it and
beat it" situation.
I'm gonna need you to
body-slam that fucking nurse
when she comes back in here,
and then I'm gonna sprint
out those doors, okay?
Is that a plan?
- Wait, Dad.
What about my college fund?
- "What about my
college fund, Dad?"
I would never touch your
precious college fund, Corby.
Your mother wouldn't
give me access to it.
Stop making this about
you. This is about me.
- This is about Jillian.
- This is about all of us!
We are unified in our struggles.
I want you to look up the phrase
"intersectionality," Craig.
- Shut up. Let me make a call.
- Where the hell have you been?
- We have a problem.
Isaiah stole the dongle.
He's giving it to your dad.
Why did I have
to choose the nice brother?
- Hey, we got that
call with Macao.
You joining or what?
- Can't Isaiah do it?
- I don't know where
the fuck he is.
- Fine, I'll be there in a sec.
I'm talking with Mom.
- Ugh.
- I'm not here.
- Isaiah hasn't shown up yet,
so you better get here
before he does and stop him.
Okay?
Or else, we are both so fucked.
Do you want to know how fucked?
Imagine...
- You're 12 years old. How
do you even know that word?
- Where the fuck is this guy?
It's fucking cold in here.
- That's why I told
you to put on pants.
- No, you told me time
was of the essence.
Come on, crank the seat heater.
- Yeah, that's just what I need,
your bare asshole sweating
little booty kisses
all over the seats.
- So what do we do
if we see Isaiah?
- We stop him out front and...
- No.
I'll tell you what we gonna do.
We're gonna put him to sleep.
That's why I tore this puppy
off the wall at the hospital.
It's filled with needles.
I'ma put 'em between my fingers
and stick him like Wolverine.
- That's why you took that?
- One of 'em's gotta be
filled with anesthesia.
- Be careful, Dad.
That's dangerous.
- Christ, Corby, unclench, okay?
It's only dangerous
if you don't know
what you're... oh!
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine.
What's the worst
that could happen?
- Hepatitis.
- Syphilis.
- HIV.
- Yeah, probably HIV.
- Okay, God damn.
That's the last time I come
to you two for support.
Mm, there, see?
I sucked it out.
- You sucked it in!
We are not sticking my
brother with used needles.
- You got a better plan?
- Yes.
I'ma talk to him, ask
him why he's doing this.
That's your plan?
Talk to a guy that's fucked you
over at least a dozen times.
Yikes, I'm not excited to be
business partners with you.
Holy shit.
It's Isaiah. Hold on.
Zay!
- Yo, big bro!
What's good, man?
- You stole my dongle.
I need that dongle.
Where's my fucking dongle?
- You really gotta stop
saying dongle, big bro.
It's a goofy word,
and it undermines the urgency
you're trying to convey.
- Do you know what will happen
if you give that to Rodney?
Jillian could die.
- I know.
That's why I'm not
giving it to Rodney.
I'm giving it to you.
- What? But you
took it from me.
- No, I took it from
a public hospital,
which was very
easy to sneak into.
All I had to do was
touch somebody's elbow.
You and Prada should
be thanking me.
- I don't get it.
If you were on my side, why
didn't you say something?
- I had some shit to
sort out on my end.
Look, I sent you
a pin, all right?
Just come meet me.
I'll tell you
everything in person.
- Is this real? Am I
getting the farm back?
- Yeah, man.
And Jillian's gonna be okay.
Just get your ass down here.
- Oh, fuck yeah!
Yes! We did it! Whoo!
All right, first thing's first,
I think I'm gonna do a
full audit on the farm.
You know, when you get a hog,
you gotta lift up its tail
and look right in its asshole.
- You don't get to do an audit.
- Heh, spoken like a man whose
hog is filled with tapeworms.
Okay, how bad is it?
You know what? Hey,
doesn't matter.
I'm here now. Steady
hand on the till.
Let this be a lesson,
Corby. Okay? Ears up.
When you take over a business,
the entrenched interest
will always resist progress.
But remember, they're failures.
They don't know what
they're talking...
- I don't know why you
think you get a say
in how the farm is gonna run.
- Well, 'cause I'm a part owner.
- Are you though?
I mean, we just talked.
We didn't officially
agree on anything.
- Well, I mean, yeah,
we did. We had a deal.
- Mm, I don't know.
I feel like, if we had a deal,
we would have signed something.
- Jesus, Dad, that's, like,
the whole thing we're learning
in my sports management seminar.
Always get that Jane Hancock.
My professor's a woman.
- Hey, do not criticize me till
you can beat me in a fight!
Okay, that's how
father-son stuff works!
All right... Craig,
hey! Craig, Craig!
Where are you going?
- Sorry, Brock.
I gotta go meet with my brother.
You're good to Uber, right?
- No!
No, we are not good to Uber!
Okay, all right, calm
down. Everybody, calm down.
Listen to me.
I know you don't give
a shit about me, okay?
But what about Corby?
He fucking loves to
go to school so much.
Now he's gonna have to drop out.
'Cause I blew through
the college fund.
- What? You did?
- Talk to your
mother, Corby, okay?
It's not my fault her
security questions
were so easy to guess.
- But you said an education
was the ultimate gift
was the ultimate gift
from a father to a son.
- Well, Elton John's
lawyers don't give a shit
about my beautiful
fucking promises!
Craig, please.
Think about the kid.
- I'm sorry your dad
did this to you, Corby.
- I see you, Craig!
I got one eye, and
I still see you!
Motherfucker.
- ♪ I feel it's true ♪
Order up!
- What's up?
You gon' tell me
what's going on?
- Yeah, uh, sure.
Before we get to
that, you hungry, man?
You want a fry?
- No, I don't want
fucking fries.
I want the dongle you
said you had for me.
- Right, so about the dongle,
little change of plans.
I had to give it to Rodney.
- What?
- Yeah, yeah.
Something unexpected came up.
I got a more appealing offer.
- I don't understand.
What about Jillian?
- She's gonna be fine.
They probably won't
even kill her.
They'll just... I don't know...
Slice her up a little bit.
- I swear to God, Zay.
You are evil!
I will never forgive
you for this.
- Okay, I get that,
but let's not pretend
like I'm the only
one at fault here.
- Oh, I'm sorry. Who
else would be at fault?
- I don't know, maybe the
fool that cut a side deal
with a bunch of swamp criminals.
- What the fuck? I didn't
have a choice, Isaiah.
I was gonna lose my farm.
- That's the
difference between us.
I know I'm a shitty person,
but you're still out here
pretending you're good.
- Anyone would have
done what I did.
- You think Dad would
have did that shit?
I mean, before he died
of prostate cancer?
- Fuck you, Zay.
I'm a good person.
And you don't deserve fries.
Or coffee.
- Hey, hey, over here.
I think they're gone.
Here's the plan. You and
I can get out of here.
All you have to do is
come up here and...
peck these ropes.
You're hungry, right?
Well, guess what? There
are lots of bugs up here.
They're on the ropes that are
binding my wrists and feet.
So if you want them,
you're welcome to them.
Just come on up here.
Mmm, these bugs smell good.
You can...
- What... what the fuck?
Come on! Fucker.
Get the fuck out of here,
shittin' all over my carpets.
Why were you talking
to that bird?
- Um...
I've gone crazy.
- Why is it even in here?
Who the fuck left
the back door open?
- Ray-Nathan and
Natalie-Ray left in a hurry.
- They had one
job, to watch you.
What, they fucking
deputized this egret?
- Well, Ray-Nathan got a call
about an ex-performer here.
I guess she was poking
around in your taxes
and got you guys shut down.
- Oh, that turncoat
stripper Kathay-Ann.
- Yes, that's the one.
Well, someone saw
her in Little Rock,
so they went up
there to talk to her.
But they took baseball
bats with them,
so I think they're gonna
do more than just talking.
- I got a colonoscopy
appointment today.
I gotta get to the
goddamn hospital.
Who the fuck's
gonna get me there?
God damn it!
And what am I gonna do with you?
- I told them not to go.
I said, "What if
your mum needs you?
She's the best. She's
so normal and nice."
That's what I said.
- You got any gas in
that Kia of yours?
- About 1/8 of a tank.
- All right, that'll work.
- So colonoscopy.
Is everything okay?
- It's no big deal.
I just gotta get mine now
because I only have eight days
until my fucking
insurance runs out.
- If it's no big deal,
then why do you need
someone to bring you?
- 'Cause that hoity-toity
nurse said I can't drive myself
on anesthesia.
- You're getting anesthesia?
- Oh, I see what this is.
Your little Irish brain having
its one thought of the day.
You're not going
anywhere, Jillian.
'Cause while that
fucking doctor's shooting
a movie picture up my ass,
you'll be zip-tied in
the hospital garage
with a rag in your mouth.
- But at least the
rag's clean, right?
Right?
Right?
- Oh, yeah, it'll be
the cleanest one I have.
- God damn it.
Come here.
Thank God.
It turns out,
I hate being gagged.
- Yeah, well, there's
a change in plans.
Little miss power trip said
I need somebody physically
present when I sign in
or the motherfuckers
won't release me.
So you're coming up
to the surgery suite.
- Oh, so you're gonna untie me?
- Yeah, but if you
try talking to someone
or sneaking away,
or if I don't wake up and
see your big old dopey eyes
looking back at me,
I will track down your
family, and I will hurt them.
- Oh, no, not my family.
I love them so much.
- You ain't got
a family, do you?
- No, I do not.
- So I'll hurt you,
and I'll hurt Craig.
You know, I wasn't
born at night.
I can tell you two are a
sexually romantic couple.
- Oh, we're really not.
- Okay, well, if
you ain't fucking,
then you won't mind
if I cut off his dick
and make him eat
it in front of you.
- Um, no, I would mind that.
You're fuckin'.
I knew it.
Now, don't do anything stupid.
If anyone asks,
you're my daughter.
- Got it.
So am I Natalie-Ray or Jillian?
Or Jillian-Ray?
- Just say, "I'm her daughter."
This isn't a Sadie
Hawkins dance.
You don't have to say your name
and kiss the doctor's
fucking hand.
- Okay, I won't say my name or
kiss the doctor's fucking hand.
- Let's go, let's go.
- Oh.
Fuck yeah.
Let's go. Go. Go. Go. Go. Go.
- Hi, I'm Dr. Bernard.
And you must be my patient,
unless you brought that
hospital gown from home.
- I'm Jackie Boone.
This is my daughter.
- I'm her daughter.
- Oh, that's funny.
You two have such
different accents.
- I fucked a foreign man.
I didn't know about
her till she was 20.
It was a late in life miracle.
Can we just move on?
- Well, this is all just
precautionary, right?
No unusual symptoms?
- Well, I have had
blood in my stool,
but that can be from anything...
I mean, IBS, eating beets,
that pressure down on the
anus due to childbirth.
- Oh, well, someone
has been Googling.
And you're right, that
doesn't necessarily have
to be a cause for concern.
Is the blood red or black?
- Black.
- Hmm. Interesting.
- Interesting?
Can you believe this
fuck trying to scare me?
Probably so he can charge more.
You're supposed to say
everything will be fine.
- I'm just trying to
assess the situation.
- Well, for fuck's
sake, where'd you get
your bedside manner, Abu Ghraib?
Fuck you and fuck your hospital.
I'm sorry.
I haven't eaten
anything for 24 hours,
and I got the low blood sugar.
- Well, I understand.
It happens.
Sometimes.
I'm gonna go get prepped.
- You know, it's
okay to be scared.
- I'm not scared.
You're fucking scared.
- Shouldn't I be
scared? I'm a hostage.
- Yeah, exactly.
That's my point.
Nobody's scared.
We're all scared.
Just shut up.
- Okay, Ms. Boone,
we're ready for you.
There's a waiting
room down the hall.
Your mom should be
done in about an hour.
- Look, can I give my
daughter a quick hug?
I got mean-ass kids,
a nephew who's a cop,
and a bunch of inbred cousins
who are addicted to violence.
You run, we will find you.
- Good luck with the procedure.
Mum.
Picker, tickler, pinkie,
stretch, or thumb.
Picker, tickler, pinkie,
stretch, or thumb.
Picker, tickler, pinkie,
stretch, or thumb.
I'm gonna fucking go.
- Ms. Boone?
Ms. Boone.
We tried calling you,
but you hadn't actually
put down a phone number.
- I'm sorry. I
needed some air.
- Well, we finished
your mom's procedure.
I can't say anything
for sure yet,
and we'll know more once
we get the biopsies.
- Biopsies?
- Yes.
The number and size
of polyps in her colon
were very concerning.
- Oh, no.
- You're gonna want to schedule
additional imaging right away.
Now, if it is cancer
and it's spread,
it does usually go
to the liver first,
but it can also get
into the lymph system
or even the brain.
- Hi, How are we feeling?
- Where's my daughter?
- Oh, I'm sure she's
around here somewhere.
You're probably thirsty.
How about a juice box?
- I don't want your
fucking juice box.
I need my daughter.
Where is she?
- I can't help you with that,
but I can get you a juice box.
- Enough with your
fucking juice box.
I need my daughter!
- Mum, Mum, I'm right
here. I just stepped out.
- Good girl, smart girl.
Hey, Juice Box, can
you get my drawers?
We can leave now, right?
How'd I do?
- So not the best news.
- Do you want something to eat?
There's a Lil' Piggies
near here, my treat.
I mean, I'll pay you back.
- I like Lil' Piggies.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I knew there was
something wrong, and there was.
I'm not surprised.
I've been bleeding out of my
ass for three straight years.
- Whoa.
That's a lot of...
straight years.
Why didn't you go to the doctor?
- 'Cause I was scared.
I'm a big fucking pussy,
and I'm just getting
what I deserve.
- You are not a pussy.
You're a terrifying maniac.
- You're just saying that.
- I'm really not. You
seem genuinely unhinged.
- That's real nice of you,
Jillian, but I know what I am.
I couldn't even
get a colonoscopy
without bringing you
along to hold my hand
and to stab this straw
into this little
bitch baby juice box.
- But I thought the nurse
said you needed someone
to check you out.
- I was lying. I had
it all planned out.
I sent the kids on that wild
goose chase to Little Rock.
And then I was
gonna bring myself,
and then take an Uber home.
And then I woke
up just paralyzed.
And I knew what was coming.
And I just couldn't
face it on my own.
- Why didn't you want
your kids to go with you?
- They can't know I'm sick.
If I died now, what
would I even leave them,
that tiddlywink criminal empire?
Or that piece of shit strip club
with a million birds in it?
- Don't be silly.
Carpets is lovely.
And some of those birds
are really pretty.
- Used to be, you
could send your kid out
into the world with nothing,
and even if they were dumb,
they would still
do better than you.
And now your kid
can be a genius,
but if you don't
leave 'em a fortune,
they're still fucked.
And believe me, my
two ain't geniuses.
I failed them.
They're gonna be so mad at me.
Goddamn anesthesia
still in my system
got me talking out my ass.
- When my dad had
his heart attack,
he left me with nothing,
and I didn't hate him.
I just hated that I
never got to say goodbye
before he was gone.
If there's something
really wrong,
I promise your kids
are gonna want to know.
- Where were you? And
why's she not zip-tied?
You took her to Lil' Piggies?
- You didn't ask us
if we wanted any?
- We didn't just
go to Lil' Piggies.
Jillian took me to my
colonoscopy appointment.
- Why do you need a colonoscopy?
- Are you crazy? She
could have told someone.
And a colonoscopy,
that's anesthesia.
She could have run off!
- I made it very clear to her
that that would be a bad idea.
- What the fuck?
- Hey, Jillian is a nice person.
And she was with me
during a very scary time.
- Why is it scary?
Is something wrong?
- She's manipulating you, Mom!
She wants you to like
her, so we won't hurt her!
- And we won't hurt her!
I will not let anything
happen to this girl!
- That's fucking bullshit!
- No, you're fucking bullshit.
- Shut the fuck up!
Mom, are you okay?
Why did you get a
colonoscopy? Are you okay?
- Listen, baby, it's unclear.
I'm still waiting
on some lab results.
But I want you to
know one thing.
I will always...
- Ahh!
- Mama, you're out
of your fucking mind!
- God, I can't
believe this shit.
- Maya!
- I knew it was too
good to be fucking true.
- Maya, wait, Maya, stop!
- But, oh, every fucking time.
Every time... God.
- Maya, Maya!
And I get
end-of-the-year bonuses.
And we're going on a
company retreat in March.
And I get a polo
with a logo on it.
It is so fucking boring,
but I'm so excited
because being boring
means I might get
to be with you.
I know you'll never
forgive Dr. Todd,
and you shouldn't... he's shady.
But I was really hoping...
Girl, I'm praying you
give Isaiah a chance.
- You have a half an hour,
one half hour to tell me
who you really are.
- Okay.
Half hour, I got this.
- ♪ Way down ♪
♪ Way down it must
be, I can't stop ♪
- Please say something.
- Well, when you told me
you weren't really a doctor,
I was like, wow,
that's a big drop.
Can't get any crazier than that.
But the bank robberies,
and the psycho millionaire
killing his son,
and the snake eating the body?
What the fuck?
- I know, I know.
I know it's a lot, but
now you know everything.
Okay, no more
surprises, I promise.
- Okay.
I believe you.
- Oh, fuck, great.
Hey, barkeep!
Can I get a bottle of
champagne for me and my girl
who I just won back?
- You did not win me back.
Just because you're honest
doesn't change the situation.
- I thought we could
kind of start fresh.
- What exactly
are you picturing?
You're Marty the
energy dealer at work.
You're Isaiah at home. You're
Todd to all my friends.
I can't be in a relationship
with all three of these people.
- I'm just one person.
I can be one person.
No more Marty, no more Todd.
Just Isaiah.
- But Isaiah's a
fucking criminal.
- He doesn't have to
be. He can be good.
Give me a chance to prove
I can change for you.
Give me a chance to
make things right.
- I'll give you two months.
- All right.
Cool.
It's a lot of variables at play,
some of which could
get me killed.
How about five?
- Are you seriously
negotiating with me?
- Two months is perfect.
Perfect timing.
I'll see you then!
- Got about 15 minutes.
- Okay.
- See you up there.
- Yeah, I'll meet you
there and just let me know.
- Hey. How you doing?
My name is Isaiah Foster.
I don't really know if
I'm doing this right,
but I'd like to speak
with someone at the FBI.
- So I've read your
statement, Mr. Foster.
And I want to thank you.
We've had our eye on Rodney
Lamonca for a long time.
And with the information
you've provided us,
I imagine a judge
being very lenient.
Only wish you had
come forward sooner.
- Look, I was scared.
Rodney has friends
in the Miami PD.
Plus, cops don't generally serve
and protect dudes like me.
- Well, I'm not a cop.
You can tell because I can
read without moving my lips,
and my son still talks to me.
Look, I promise you,
we're not all bad.
I joined the bureau...
To put scumbags
like Rodney Lamonca to...
- You got somebody texting you?
- Just give me one second.
You're doing great.
- Well, well, well, look at
this piece of shit right here.
- What happened to the other...
- Oh, sorry, did
you want your mommy?
Oh, she's gone, Stuart
Little. Daddy's home now.
- Oh, shit, this
ain't gon' be good.
- Yeah, box kick! God,
I am the Grim Reaper.
I am the Slender Man.
I am gonna stomp
your ass, Mini-Me.
My name is Agent Burton.
And you really fucked up.
- By coming in and
offering to help?
- I think...
it was when you hid
a body in a snake.
Hold on.
And then what you
decided to do was just
waltz on in here and
tell us about it.
- Because I'm cooperating.
I can prove that Rodney
Lamonca committed a murder.
- Oh, my God, a murder?
Oh, do you see a shiny
toy star on my uniform?
- What?
- Do you see a doughnut
sticking out of my pants?
Because you must think I'm the
sheriff of Dingleberry County.
I'm the FBI. We do
real crimes here.
I don't give a
shit about murder.
- Murder is a real crime.
- Oh, "Murder is a real crime."
- The lady said you
guys have been looking
for Rodney for a while now.
- Yeah, because he is a
national security risk.
We have reason to believe
that Rodney Lamonca
is in possession of some
very sensitive documents.
- What the fuck,
like nuclear shit?
- Oh, yeah, let me just check
your security clearance.
Oh, it's level
fucking skid mark.
The only thing you
need to understand
is that you're gonna help
me get those documents back.
I need you on the inside.
- You want me to go undercover
with Rodney Lamonca?
No fucking way.
- All right.
Then go to prison for
conspiracy to commit murder.
That's fine with me.
I mean, a pretty guy like you,
you're gonna be real
popular behind bars,
like a human suck bot.
Oh, I can say that
because I'm bisexual.
- Okay.
- I'm sorry, does that
make you uncomfortable?
I've been out for 14 years.
Bigots like you don't scare me.
- Rodney wants me dead.
How would I even convince
him to hire me back?
- I don't know. You
seem like a clever guy.
You'll figure something out.
- Fuck.
- Well, you got some big
brass balls calling me
out of the blue like this.
You know how much
trouble you caused me?
- With the cops?
- No, with my wife.
Ever since Katrina found out
that her son was murdered,
she's been a total buzzkill.
She stopped whitening her teeth.
She let her fillers go to shit.
It's like being married to
a fucking jack-o'-lantern.
I don't even enjoy
cheating on her anymore
because she deserves it.
So here's what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna shoot you
in the fucking head.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- I think he just pulled a gun.
Should we go in?
We should go in.
- Oh, my God, what would we do
if this terrible human being
wasn't alive anymore?
Jesus Christ, stop
being such a pussy.
You know why I can
say that, right?
- Yeah, because you're bi.
But what if Rodney
kills our asset?
- Well then, I'll send a
12-pack of soda to the funeral.
Just shut up. I want
to see where this goes.
- Go on.
- Three words.
Saw, Palmetto, berries.
- I'm listening.
- Yo!
You're not gonna sit with me?
- Don't look at me, Thumbelina.
Stare straight ahead,
pretend you're alone,
and order some fucking fries
so you don't look like a freak.
- Hey, hey, can
I get some fries?
- Yeah, one second, sir.
- It's been three fucking weeks.
Are you ever gonna tell me
what these documents are?
- I don't know you well
enough yet to trust you,
so unless you want to suck my
dick and fondle my asshole...
- Jesus.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
Is the way that I love
weird to you, you homophobe?
- I just need to know
what I'm looking for.
- You are looking for
Rodney's secret second phone.
That's where he
keeps the documents
that you're not
allowed to know about.
- I know that phone,
and it's always on him,
so how am I supposed to get it?
- I don't know.
You're a smart guy.
You'll figure it out.
- Wait, wait, you think
I should fight a shark?
- You're launching
"Predator Power."
You need this night
to be unforgettable.
I mean, unless
you're too scared.
- Fuck you.
I'm never too scared
because I don't have fear.
Fear is just a product
of our imagination.
It's something the great
Eric Stonestreet taught me.
- So you'll do it?
- I wish.
It's just, you know,
I'm the CEO, remember?
I don't have time to
train for a shark fight.
- I know, I know,
which is why I think
you should use a stunt double.
Both: Like Pitbull.
- Uh-huh.
- Yes, this I like.
This shit is gonna make
people's titties hard.
It's gonna make their
sacks get all tight!
Ooh, we're gonna blow
people's fucking...
- Oh, this is bad!
You guys, this is really bad!
- Is there a doctor?
Is anyone a doctor?
- The fuck's going on?
- The shark ate him!
The shark ate Rodney!
Is anyone a doctor here?
- I'm a pimple popper!
- I review lotions!
- Did you get it?
- No, but I got a
lead on a dongle
with data from
Rodney's secret phone.
- Ooh, okay,
that's that good news that
Daddy's been waiting for.
- Okay, but once
you get the files,
I need you to give
the dongle back to me.
- What, why?
- So I can give
it to my brother.
There's some other
sensitive data up there
that he needs to
do his own thing.
- All right, well,
that's fucking random.
But yeah, sure. Who
cares, all right?
Just get Daddy his dongle, okay?
- Hey. How you doing?
I'm Dr. Todd Stevenson
from Phoenix General.
A patient of mine was recently
admitted with a head wound.
- Gloria.
Did he order food?
- No.
- This motherfucker.
Are you gonna order food?
- No, I thought,
since this was over,
we could stop the charade.
- Sitting by yourself
drinking coffee,
you look like you
just got out of rehab.
Order some fucking French fries.
- Hey, can I get an
order of fries please?
- It's not here.
- What do you mean?
- I scanned everything.
It's not here.
- God, you fucked
me, you little shit.
- Me?
- No, I'm looking at you.
But I'm talking to him.
I've been doing
it the whole time.
You fucked me, Isaiah.
- How could I fuck you?
I don't even know
what I'm looking for.
- Shh!
Okay, here.
I am working under direct order
from a very important person
in the executive branch.
Now, that person has
reason to believe
that Rodney Lamonca
is in possession
of a humiliating personal photo
of a sitting senator from Texas.
- Wait, all this is
because Donald Trump
wants a dick pic of Ted Cruz?
- No, I never said
that. You said that.
He said that, and besides,
why would Donald
Trump want a picture
of Ted Cruz's
weird-looking dick?
What, so he can pull
it out at meetings?
Oh, shit, I don't know.
That would be funny.
- Well, how weird
is Ted Cruz's dick?
- Well, I don't know.
To go through all this
trouble, it's got to be
pretty fucking weird, right?
- I don't understand. Okay,
Rodney killed somebody.
He just had somebody
else eaten by a shark.
I have evidence of multiple
financial crimes he committed.
But all you seem to care
about is some weird,
petty political blackmail?
You're the FBI.
- The FBI was built on weird,
petty politcal blackmail.
Grow up.
Now, here's what
you're gonna do.
You're gonna give that
dongle back to Rodney,
sell out your brother,
prove your loyalty,
and become the kind of
close personal advisor
with whom Rodney would
share disgusting photos
of famous dicks, whose
ever they might be.
- I already called Craig. He's
on his way here right now.
- Well, I don't
give a rat's ass,
and you know what, I'm gonna
fucking sit right here,
and I am gonna watch
you tell your brother
that he's gonna
get fucked, okay?
Or else I'm not giving
you back the dongle.
- Here you are.
- Thank you.
Order up!
- What's up?
You gonna tell me
what's going on?
- Yeah, uh, sure.
Before we get to
that, you hungry, man?
You want a fry?
- No, I don't want
fucking fries.
I want the dongle you
said you had for me.
- Yeah, right, so
about the dongle,
little change of plans.
I had to give it to Rodney.
- What?
- Yeah, yeah.
Something unexpected came up.
I got a more appealing offer.
- I don't understand.
What about Jillian?
- She's gonna be fine.
Probably won't even kill her.
They'll just... I don't know...
Slice her up a little bit.
- I swear to God, Zay.
You are evil!
I will never forgive
you for this.
- There he is! There he is!
Fucking Al Pacino back there!
"I'm a good person."
Ah, you spit a little
bit when you said it.
It was awesome.
- Zay, seriously, what the fuck?
Why we have to do that?
Who was that even for?
Okay, I'm working for the FBI.
- FBI?
- Yeah.
But they tried to fuck me.
They just wanted me to give
the dongle back to Rodney.
But I had other plans.
- Okay, dongle!
- Hopefully, that little
one-act play we did in there
will give me a head start.
- Wait, what do you
mean, head start?
What's gonna happen
when they find out
you didn't give this to Rodney?
- I'll probably have
to go back on the run.
Maybe to prison.
- Prison?
Zay, you did that for me?
- No.
I did it for Maya.
- I mean, that sounds sweet,
but it's also kind of insulting.
Like, you could have
just said it was for me.
Would have been a nice moment.
She's not even here.
- Take the win, Craigory.
You got the dongle.
- I got the dongle.
- And sorry I went a
little rough on you
back there in the diner.
- Yeah, but that wasn't real.
We were doing a thing, right?
You don't actually
think I'm a bad person.
Do you?
- I love you, man.
- I love you too.
But you didn't
answer my question.
- You don't got time
for all this, okay?
Get that to Prada.
Go save Jillian.
- Calling all Boones!
I come with good news!
I can hire you back!
Hello!
Oh, shit.
- ♪ I'm not in this world ♪
♪ To live up to
your expectations ♪
♪ Neither are you here to
live up to mine, yeah ♪
♪ I don't owe no one ♪
♪ No obligation ♪
♪ No, I don't mean none,
so everything is fine ♪
♪ Fine ♪
♪ I said, I am that I am ♪
♪ I am, I am ♪
♪ I am ♪
♪ I am that I am ♪
♪ I am, I am, I am ♪
♪ I am that I am ♪
♪ I am, I am, I am ♪
♪ I am that I am ♪
♪ I am, I am, I am ♪
♪ You could a try more nuttin' ♪
♪ You cannot move I at all ♪
♪ And you can try
make a something ♪
♪ That can't move I at all ♪
♪ And could a come with ism ♪
♪ You can't move I at all ♪
- Not a doctor.
- Shh.